Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Somalia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Cabaret Voltaire to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Bill Wells,
Bush Tetras,
Ken Boothe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultimate Spinach,
CMW,
Pantytec,
Tubeway Army,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brand Nubian,
The Divine Comedy,
Camberwell Now,
Aural Exciters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soft Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Silicon Teens,
Mr. Review,
Outsiders,
Von Mondo,
Max Romeo,
Audionom,
Intrusion,
Pharoah Sanders,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeru the Damaja,
Johnny Osbourne,
PIL,
cv313,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sound Behaviour,
Don Cherry,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Buckinghams,
Shuggie Otis,
Jacques Brel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun City Girls,
Inner City,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wally Richardson,
Schoolly D,
Quantec,
FM Einheit,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fugs,
Eve St. Jones,
Vladislav Delay,
Nik Kershaw,
Supertramp,
The Invisible,
Marc Almond,
Alphaville,
Rapeman,
The Real Kids,
Joe Finger,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.